Friday, January 4, 2013

so cemented


 
 quir-key detective
  -or-
sur s(l)ain
 
 
 
i enter the music-box, a theatre long closed. a chime plays in my attic; let's
investigate. renegade, this man was; an anachronism. i paid to see his return, albeit
somewhat taciturnly. not b/c of him personally; it was a recriminating crimson prison
(prism) i had constructed. the investigation was an on-going exploration of depths, this
simply an entry.